'Princess' Poppet

So, i have a (temporary) submissive. Let that sink in. There is a submissive called billie whose superior wife, Miss Alice and her boyfriend, Master John, consider to have fallen so very far that even a submissive slut like me should be considered as her superior, albeit just for a short period of time.

i was contacted this week by Miss Alice with the unusual request that i agree to permit her submissive husband, billie to be regarded as my inferior on a temporary basis. Miss Alice also requested that i choose a punishment for billie. The reason for the request being that billie had allowed herself to become too consumed by her work and had neglected to post an update to their blog. In addition, billie had also failed to send to me pictures, as she had promised to do,  of her in an outfit that Master John had taken time to have fashioned for her, namely a set of open crotch bloomers and a very short satin cami top. It was clear that Miss Alice's request stemmed from a deep and loving concern for her submissive husband and her astute recognition that billie needed to be very firmly put in her place and reminded of her submissive status and have her mindset fully restored for billie's own well-being.

Now billie, Miss Alice and Master John are people who i have followed and interacted with online and via email over a few years. You can read all about their lives together and their exploits in their wonderful blog My Madam's FLR. So the contact from Miss Alice was not completely out of the blue but the nature of her request was very unexpected and placed me in a bit of a predicament. Not only did Miss Alice request that i agree to temporarily be regarded as billie's superior but that i also select a punishment for billie for her failure to send me the pictures she had promised. Miss Alice provided a list of implements for me to select from and requested that i choose one for billie to be punished with and to also determine how many strikes on her bottom billie should receive from the chosen implement .

After receiving the request i immediately consulted with Owner who consented to me responding in the positive. i sought Owner's counsel as to which implement i should choose to have billie punished with but She made it clear that the choice should be my own. In the end i chose to have billie paddled 16 times. Incidentally Owner later advised that, had it been Her, She would have requested that Miss Alice take her belt out and use it on billie's backside.

At first i felt somewhat awkward, as a submissive myself, being in a position where i got to virtually dominate billie, albeit via Misss Alice and Master John. However, i confess that my initial feeling was replaced by a naughty sense of excitement at the idea that there was someone, namely billie, that was regarded as being inferior even to lowly old me.

The next day i received a lengthy and grovelling email from billie apologising for her failure to send me the pictures she had previously promised to send me. This time she was a good girl and included the pictures in her email.  Her outfits were lovely and i hope that she might one day share them more widely on their blog. Her email also requested that i advise her how i should be referred to as her superior. i instructed billie to refer to me as 'Princess Poppet' and i am delighted to report that, whilst her paddling was being administered each blow was followed by her saying 'Thank you Princess Poppet', sixteen times over. You can read all about the punishment she went onto receive here.

Poor billie, to have reached a point where even i get to be regarded as her superior shows quite how urgent an intervention was needed by her wife to help arrest her submissive cuckold husband's further descent and restore billie back to her better self.

Now i know that billie's current status is temporary and i will not be regarded as being her superior for long. However, whilst it lasts i am rather enjoying my temporary status of being 'Princess Poppet' in her eyes. [edit from Owner - Princess Poppet - how hilarious]

Outdoor Adventure - Bus Stop Slut

This is just a brief update to share with you the little outdoor adventure i had to day as i completed this month's outdoor challenge - yes today is the glorious 16th, the day i have to roll Owner's outdoor challenge dice. Well said dice were duly thrown at breakfast and they determined that i was to wear a dress and high heels outside at our local bus stop.

At the time the dice were thrown it was fairly pissing down with rain but thankfully the skies briefly cleared and the sun even shone when i stepped out side the house and tottered down the street, past the neighbours, to the bus stop. Given it was quite a grey and overcast day i opted to wear something bright and cheerful and so chose to wear one of my anime dresses, my Hideri Kanzaki dress that i have worn on stage in the past.

Anyway, i am quite pleased with the results, Owner is too, and judging from some of the people who appear in the background i also appear to have caught the attention of some passers by! Let me know what you think.    

oh look, there's a slut at the bus stop!

preparing to set off for my challenge

at the bus stop

a flash of thigh

full slut mode - with audience

Golden Magic

So this past week has been a bit of a trying one. My father is quite elderly and has dementia, he lives on his own in a place that is a few hundred miles away from where Owner and i live. This week saw me spending a lot of time on the phone with various people every day attempting to help and sort some things out for him. It occupied a lot of my time and attention.

The week was a also a busy one work wise with presentations delivered and interviews conducted etc. A combination of work and the situation with my Dad meant that, come Friday i was very ready for the weekend to start! However, i am pleased to report that i still kept up with my daily Spanish studies and also kept on top of my chores etc and completed the two weekly challenges Owner set me for the week. The first was wearing a butt plug to a work meeting (i wore my furry-tailed one) and the second was to do a lap of our local park whilst plugged. Both were successfully completed.

One thing that did not really happen during the week, however, was that, with one exception, i did not spend any evening caged. i was too busy and occupied with my Dad. i missed not being locked up as i have come to find such moments when i am left caged and chained to be a good way to quieten my mind. i don't do meditation but i imagine the feelings are not dissimilar, except without the mouth gag, collar and heavy metal chains suspended on hooks form my nipple rings!

Anyway, suffice to say i went into the weekend feeling quite tired and distracted. 

On Saturday Owner had a pre-arranged lunch planned with friends and so She left me to go and gossip and eat whilst i stayed at home to finish sweeping and mopping the floors. She messaged me mid-afternoon with a heads-up to say She was leaving the restaurant, my cue to start getting ready to go and meet Her at the station so that i might carry Her bag back home. However, Owner had a surprise for me. Rather than telling me to simply come and collect Her the text She sent me asked if i would join Her for a drink? We ended-up spending a very pleasant few hours together in a local bar. It was a lovely and unexpected treat. Owner explained that She knew i had a lot on my mind with my Dad and wanted to take me out to give me some time to relax and unwind.

This morning i was granted another treat, a full glass of Her wonderful golden nectar, albeit this time tinged with a slight hint of rum and coke from the evening before. This was Her second such offering to me this weekend, She had also poured me a small glass of Her wonderful piss to have with my breakfast on the Saturday. However, Sunday's drink was much more generous. i eagerly drank it all down.

a glass of Owner's golden magic for breakfast

Delicious!

i was further rewarded after lunch when, having prepared, served and then cleared away the dinner and done the dishes Owner allowed me to spend almost an hour caged and chained at Her feet whilst She studied. Afterwards She let me join Her on the sofa to spend some time relaxing and watching TV with Her before She then clamped and caned my breasts and nipples. Both now feel wonderfully warm and tingly.

This coming week promises to be another busy one work-wise with more presentations to give and time spent having to go into the office. i suspect there will also be more things to also try and sort out for my father. However, this week will also see my monthly outdoor challenge needing to be completed on Wednesday and i am looking forward to finding out what i might have to do. There will also be two regular challenges to complete. i will update later this week on how i got on with all of these. By for now.

Weekend Treat(s)

Owner treated me to a wonderful weekend away in the pretty town of Bath. She booked us in to a delightful boutique hotel called the Queensbury which we would both highly recommend if you want to indulge yourselves a little in this pretty little town. We have actually visited Bath before and so felt under no pressure to rush about to see the sights, quite the opposite in fact. Owner advised that it was to be a weekend of indulgence and relaxation and so it proved to be.

The weekend started with me being permitted to licked and tongue Owner's wonderful anus as She pleasured Herself with Her vibrator. She sat on my face and smothered me as i worshiped Her backside until She climaxed, then lay on Her side so that i could position myself between Her cheeks and lick and taste Her fragrant and delicious anus again and again. i was in seventh heaven.

Before permitting me the pleasure of tasting Her Owner first got Herself aroused by whipping me whilst i fellated one of Her dildo's whilst inhaling the scent of Her used knickers. Owner enjoys striking me like this and She was able to make full use of Her red whip, leaving me with stripes across my backside.

me after my whipping

stripey buns

fellating cock

Before She whipped me Owner had first tenderised my tits and the plums of my clit with Her metal ball implement. i find this quite an uncomfortable experience, especially when She strikes my caged clit and bit with it, and have a tendency to wriggle around a lot unless i am secured. At home i am always hogtied before being struck this way but i had forgotten to bring anything and so Owner had to resort to trying to pacify me with the double ended dildo whilst pinning me down with Her foot, like this

what a lovely foot Owner has

On the Friday night Owner took me out for a lovely Turkish meal and on the Saturday evening we went full on decadent and ate in our hotel room. It was a wonderfully relaxed evening. i was even also allowed to have a gin and tonic.

Owner even took the time to do a little photoshoot of yours truly in our hotel room. You can see how i turned out below

not quite Jane Austen

On the Sunday Owner took me to a pretty little cafe called Sweet Little Things for an extremely decadent brunch/lunch of milkshake and pancakes. The cafe is super cute!

brunch in Sweet Little Things cafe

Brunch as followed by a wonderful two hours spent in the Thermae spa, which includes an open-air rooftop spa in the centre of Bath that overlooks the city. It was a wonderfully indulgent experience and a great place to people watch, although what others made of me is anyone's guess.

It was a great weekend. Owner and i both hugely enjoyed. She left relaxed and sexually satisfied and i remained blissfully frustrated and denied. It was the perfect weekend away.

i leave you with some images of the city itself

Bath Abbey

 

the oldest part of the Abbey - about one thousand years old

old indoor market

unusual shop-lined bridge - one of only a few in the world

the Thermae spa

street in Bath

Ice, Pain and a Lovely Aroma

Just a brief update on what has been a been a busy week with work but which has also involved some fun and painful activities for yours truly at Owner's request. 

On Monday evening, after completing my chores, i spent some time locked in my cage whilst Owner read Her book. Upon being released by Her i was then instructed to take two ice cubes out of the freezer and hold them against the 'labia' of my caged clit until both had fully melted. As the last bit of ice dripped into the small bucket that hung suspended beneath my plums were both well and truly chilled. To warm them both up Owner then instructed me to spank them fifty times with a wooden spoon. It was quite an effective way to get the circulation going again!

Then on Wednesday i was told to complete another equally (actually more so) painful and pleasurable challenge. i was told to do a lap of our local park wearing nipple clamps, i wore the spiked vicious one, and then stop outside the park cafe and sniff Owner's used panties. Now, as regular readers will know, i love the smell of Owner, especially the aroma of Her pussy and Her anus. Being allowed to sniff Her worn panties is something i always enjoy and to do so in public is even more of a thrill. Unfortunately, with the changing of the clocks it was already almost dark by the time i got to the park so the pictures are a little 'gloomy' but hopefully you can make out what i was upto below.

enjoying Owner's wonderful scent

clamped titty close-up

Incidentally, as i have been writing this blog Owner has been distracting me by caressing my nipples in the most wonderful way, so i am now feeling very horny :)

Owner is taking me for a weekend away this weekend which we are both looking forward to. i will update all about it on our return. All i will say is that it involves visiting a public spa and Owner has got me a new bathing outfit to wear when we got to take in the waters.

'Twas The Night Before Halloween

Spine chilling and horrifying sights, sensations and scenes have been experienced in Owner's home today, and no i am not talking about the ghoulish vision of me drifting about early this morning sweeping and mopping the floors. Nor am i talking about the sight of me standing over my simmering 'cauldron; cooking chicken and chorizo paella for lunch. i am not even speaking of the ghastly Jack O' Lanterns that Owner and i carved this afternoon (incidentally - can you tell whose is whose?)

which was carved by me and which by Owner?

No dear reader. i am speaking of something more awful, an unspeakable abomination. Come closer, closer, let me whisper it in your ear.

"This afternoon i danced to the tune of Britney Spear's '[Hit me] Baby one more time'

For those of a nervous disposition i urge and implore you to look away now, read and look no further. But for those of you who dare, who can look at true horror in the face and smile, who are not offended at the sight of a fifty-two year old pretending to be a teen and dancing really, really badly. Then dear reader, i present to you, 'Hit me Owner one more time'

Your mercifully motionless protagonist before the true horror began

And then the music started and out stepped THIS apparition, moving and miming like only the living dead can

Dear god, please make it stop! But no, it goes on, and that stomach (in my defence i had just eaten a very large bowl of paella)

and on, and on, horror unrelenting

If you have read to here let me assure you that no horror or sight you see this coming night of the dead will be quite as terrifying as the sight of me dancing (or trying to). But, as i hope you can see, a lot of fun was had trying to.

i am so sorry Britney, after all you have been through you did not deserve to have your song treated like this.

Happy Halloween everyone from Owner and i

14 Years of Blogging and Counting

Would you believe that this little blog has now been going for over fourteen years. My first post was back in August 2008. What a lot has happened since then and how my relationship with Owner has strengthened, grown and evolved. i could never have believed back then quite how far we would have traveled on our journey into FLR and my submission to Her. i hope to still be blogging about my and Her life together 14 years from now.

In the meantime we have both been fairly busy with work and i have also been needing to help my father out with some things which has been occupying my headspace somewhat. However, i am delighted to say that i am continuing to keep up my daily studies and also find that the new routine of being caged when not being productive or asked to join Owner at Her side also helps to clear my head. It has, somewhat surprisingly, become something i actually quite look forward to.

i have a dental appointment this afternoon which i am not greatly looking forward to, it has been about four or five years since i last visited one and expect to be told off. Ho hum.

Meanwhile, this week i was lucky enough to be asked by Owner to act as Her footstool one evening whilst She was on the phone to Her mother. Part of me thinks how great it would be for my mother-in-law to know that i was kneeling naked, her daughter's feet resting on my back, as they chatted.

Owner also requested that i spend time plugged whilst working. Here is the lovely, heavy metal plug ready for entry

my lovely metal plug

and this is it in situ

plugged and with my clit chain also visible

Last night i was also lucky enough to receive my weekly disciplining by Owner. This week She used Her heavy wooden paddle to spank me p.s. the white marks on my right butt cheek are from where Owner decided to 'paint' my bottom with tipex

my pink butt

Finally, Owner also remarked that it has been a while since She last sat on my face (which it has). i am hoping that i might get to experience the pleasure of Her delicious backside this weekend if i am lucky.

Human Toilet

WARNING - this post discusses things that may not be to everyone's taste (pun intended). If you do not wish to read about the consumption of human waste products skip to the next post.

One of the things that Owner regularly gifts to me, and which i have come to relish, is Her urine or Her special golden wine. Each weekend starts with me being presented with a full glass of this magical fluid to consume with my breakfast. It is presented to me by Her in a special over-sized wine glass inscribed with the words 'piss slut' for that is what i am. i love drinking Her special gift.

Drinking Owner's urine was not something i immediately enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, i still readily consumed it, but it took me a while to really come to enjoy the taste and flavour. Her piss, especially first thing in the morning when it has been maturing overnight, can be rich and mature, full of flavour and with a heady nose to it. In contrast, when served later in the day her urine is much lighter, almost clear, more diluted and with only the faintest, most ephemeral of tones. Still enjoyable but much less complex than Her early morning offering.

It took me a while to truly acquire a taste for Her overnight vintage (not that it made any difference whether i liked it or not) but now i a truly am a connoisseur of Her richer, darker offerings. Sometimes She will even pour it early, before i have awoken, and leave it to cool for me. Somehow, the flavour and smell is even more intense when served cold compared to when i can feel Her warmth in my hands as i drink Her offering down, the wine of my Goddess.

A real treat is when Owner serves me straight from the source, pissing on me as She stands astride me or squats over my face, directing Her flow straight into my open mouth. i cannot describe what a wonderful experience this is. To be drenched by Her, my mouth filled, hair matted, trying to swallow so that i might consume some more, gasping for air amidst Her deluge. It is a truly, truly wonderful experience and one that leave me in complete awe of Her. To be pissed on is to truly know ones place.

i would love to be allowed to drink Owner's special wine more regularly. Whilst working i always have a a bottle of water at my side to keep me hydrated during the day. How wonderful it would be were that to be full, not of water but, of Owner's piss. For colleagues to then wonder what it was that i was consuming. Or when i am caged to have my gag removed and be presented with a bowl of Her pee to consume before being gagged again.

Owner will sometimes send me to the shops wearing a pair of Her used panties as a face mask or make me walk around the block wearing a pair of Her used knickers on my head. What a thrill it would be were these knickers to be soaked with Her wine. To be able to suck on Her nectar, inhale Her scent in the street, in the shops, would be both wonderful and deeply humiliating.

My interest in piss goes way back to my childhood/early teens. As a young boy i eventually discovered the pleasure that could be had from touching the thing between my legs (as we all one day do). However, at the time i was too young to ejaculate, having not yet gone through puberty, but would instead pee. But that does not explain why i adore drinking Owner's piss or having Her piss on me. Incidentally, She seems to enjoy peeing on me as much as i enjoy being pissed upon.

Of course, it is not just Owner's amber nectar that is special.There is another special bodily treat that i have been lucky enough to sample, albeit unintentionally so. For many years now the only way in which i am permitted to sexually pleasure Owner is by licking Her anus with my tongue. Owner has a most wonderful backside. i could quite happily spend hours with probing and licking Her anus and consider myself to be extremely lucky to be allowed to worship Her so. i love the feel of Her sphincter against my tongue as it brushes against Her puckered entrance, the sensation of my tongue gently pushing into Her, of Her muscles parting as my tongue probes deeper. i adore the sensation of those same muscles quivering and clamping against my tongue when Owner climaxes. i love Her smell, love it when She sits on my face and forces my nose against, even into, Her arsehole. Filling my senses with Her scent and aroma.

i also, and this is something that i could never have imagined i would ever have enjoyed, love Her taste. Occasionally my probing tongue will encounter a small nugget, an edible jewel, to lick, taste, consume and savour. Finding and eating such morsels is a true delight. Like discovering the golden ticket in the chocolate factory. They are quite delicious. i have said to Owner that i would love to be asked to lick Her clean one day after She has been to the toilet. i never have but it is a desire of mine. This is not something i ever could have imagined wanting to do, far less even contemplate as something i might find enjoyable but the idea of being Her human toilet, of cleaning Her anus with my tongue, being fed by Her, consuming Her wonderful offerings really would be the greatest honour and privilege.

So my apologies to anyone who might be offended by this post, i did try to warn at the outset. But this is also a side of me and an aspect of my submission to Owner. This too is something that has evolved over time. i never once could have imagined that one day i would wake-up eager to drink a glass of Owner's delicious urine or be thrilled when i unexpectedly find and consume a morsel of Her faeces. Still less to fantasise and yearn to consume more.

What is my Goal?

i love to hear from readers of this blog and try to respond to each and every comment that someone leaves. There are readers who comment on quite a regular basis and then there are others who suddenly pop-up with a question or thought. i recently received a comment that i thought warranted a more detailed response (in the form of a blog post). The comment received was as follows:

Hi I have been following your blog for a while. And now you have to sit under the table in your stockings makes me horny. Now I haven't read everything but I wonder what exactly is your goal. What drives you and where do you want to go. Do you want to become a woman. Or something else. Or are you indeed just a doll and is that your goal.

A great set of questions!

So, where to start? Well, i guess the first thing i would say is that my development depends on what Owner wants and desires, which is as it should be. She is very clear about certain things. For example, whilst She has been incredibly supportive of my feminisation, She has Her limits, which i respect. i can say with certainty, for example, that i will never be taking hormones or having breast augmentation done. Owner still wants me to have the body of a man, even if i do not dress, act or behave like one. My own view on this is irrelevant and academic. 

For what it is worth i have never personally wanted to become a woman, but equally i do not feel that i am really a man. i greatly enjoy being feminised and feel much more 'comfortable in my skin' as i am now than i ever did. However, i would never want to get rid of my penis even though i recognise that it is completely pointless and redundant [Edit from Owner - I think it is cute!] and serves no sexual purpose for Owner. i have been a 'Born Again Virgin' for well over a decade and expect to remain so for the rest of my life. But, i would not want to get rid of my 'clit'. 

i do, however, like having my clit caged in chastity (more so than Owner does who likes it unlocked at times so She can tease and abuse it). Were it possible i would like to shrink it to the size of a thumb nail - but keeping my plums as they are so that they can still easily be struck by Owner. This is something that i never imagined would be as pleasurable as it can be i.e. having my testicles struck hard, but i am guaranteed to orgasm if they get struck hard and repeatedly! Owner knows this but also knows when to stop, leaving me desperate and aroused.

Were Owner ever to have a complete change of view and suddenly put me on hormones or insist i had breast augmentation surgery then yes i would do so, though i am sure i would find it a real struggle. My main 'issue' would be other people's reactions. i find people who have had extreme body augmentation surgery quite inspiring. i admire their self-confidence and courage in going out in the world knowing everyone is staring at them. i cannot imagine ever having such confidence but part of me would love to know how it feels to be them, to have changed their physiques dramatically and have the self-belief to not really give a shit about what others may say or think about them. That is a state of mind that i would say is a goal of mine, to not care what others (Owner accepted of course) think of what i look like or what i do. i have made progress in that direction i think over the years in that i find the older i get the less bothered i am about what others might think of me. 

One goal that i do have, and which Owner has encouraged in me, is to be a slut and to be 'seen' by others as being one. i have been an exhibitionist from a very young age (pre-teens) but spent a long time trying to hide/smother it, just as i tried to hide my submissive nature. Owner has helped me to unlock and tap into these. One difference between Her and i is that She has no exhibitionist side to Her at all and is really very private. i am not. i love, want, almost have a need to show people who i am, what a slut i yearn to be, and make no real attempt to hide this side of me. i have a job and career which i am good at and which gives me quite a bit of job satisfaction (and no i am not going to say what i do) but a large part of me would really much rather be remembered and recognised as an eager slut who'd be prepared to do pretty much anything (which i am). 

i remember reading the book 'The Happy Hooker' by Xaviera Hollander in my very early teens. i am not a hooker or a sex worker but maybe it had more of an influence on me than i realised at the time. i think to be considered a slut or a whore is quite a compliment and i would be delighted if readers ever thought that of me. Maybe in another life i could come back as one 😊

Another goal if mine is to be controlled, absolutely, by Owner. This has been realised in so many ways that i could never before have imagined might be possible. i did not start off thinking like this. Had you told me, even quite recently, that i would, for example, look forward to being locked up, gagged and chained under a desk i would have been pretty skeptical. But i do, i now genuinely look forward to it every day. Equally, to be told that i would need permission to go out, to not have control of my own finances etc. All these i once could never have imagined and now cannot imagine life without.

One of the real joys of our relationship though is that Owner and i have no set or specific goals in mind. It has been a process of gradual development and evolution that has seen both of us discover aspects of ourselves that we might not have known we would enjoy/embrace in the way we have. Sometimes this has involved overcoming our own initial reluctance or my ability to tolerate things. For example, at first i found being caned or beaten to just be painful and unpleasant. Owner also worried that She was hurting me (which She was - but then that is the point) and so 'held back' from striking hard. However, since then things have moved on. My ability to tolerate pain is much improved and, for Her part, Owner now enjoys striking me and holds back much less than She did. i would like, ultimately, for my life to be completely controlled by Her but i know that practically that will not be possible until i retire (which is still a long way off sadly).

Anyway, i have rambled on far too long so i am going to bring this post to a close. But, i hope it has gone some small way to answering the question posed. If readers have other questions or things they would like me to write about please do not hesitate to say so, i will always do my best to answer if allowed to by Owner.

i leave you with some scenes from my week. We are away this weekend visiting my Dad and are traveling down tonight so Owner administered my weekly caning a day early

My bottom after my weekly caning

my nipples were also clamped whilst being caned - using my lovely new 'vicious' clamps

a close-up showing how 'vicious' these clamps truly are

Meanwhile earlier in the week i was instructed to do the housework whilst gagged and wearing Owner's worn panties on my head so that i was sniffing the gusset and inhaling Her wonderful scent

note: i still have my clit bells which i wear all the time, so i tinkle as i walk

At the start of the week i had to go to Cardiff overnight for work. As a 'punishment' for being away from home Owner required that i have my tits clamped when i went down for breakfast in the hotel. Her i am with clamps in situ and preparing to get dressed

Clamps securely in place ahead of breakfast at the hotel

The Last Slut to Disco Central

Today is the 16th of the month which can mean only one thing, it has been outdoor challenge day (there was no chastity dice roll as i am remaining locked until the 16th of December). Actually, i completely forgot that it was outdoor challenge day and had to be reminded about it by Owner, which is not good. In my defence there is a lot going on with my father at the moment which has been monopolising my attention these past few days, and not in a good way. A poor excuse i know but one i am sticking with :)

Anyway, back to the outdoor challenge. Having been reminded of the date by Owner over lunch i hastily retrieved and rolled Her outdoor challenge dice. The first dice came up with the train station as the location and the second instructed me to wear high heels and trousers. Now, i am normally always to be found in jeans when wearing trousers but today i chose to mix things up a bit and pair a new set of flared, stretch trousers that Owner gave me, and which i had not yet worn, together with a new velvet cropped top She also bought me - which i think is super cute. The top shows off my mid-riff (and slightly fat belly + piercing) and is also quite low cut so revealds off the pink bra i was wearing.

All, in all i was quite pleased with my 'look'. So off i set, having already been fuelled by a fresh glass of Owner's finest vintage golden nectar earlier in the morning, to pose and preen at the railway station.

Imagine my disappointment then when, upon arrival, the station was fenced off and swarming with railway workers. It was closed for 'essential engineering' works. Luckily, however, there is a Docklands Light Railway (DLR) station adjacent to it which is where i headed next to complete my challenge. i even got to speak with a member of the public dressed like this as they came up to me to ask for help with directions. 

Challenge completed i headed back home. Owner said She was pleased with how i got on and even remarked that i looked good in the trousers and top She had got me.  To me my apparel has a vague disco look to it hence the blog title. You can judge for yourself below;

station disco diva slut

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